#get it cus he’ll die

[gunnrblze]

[froggibus]

i really love how you write the obey me characters, i feel like theyre so in character and i appreciate that a lot! If i may, can i request headcanons of the brothers on how they help Mc stay hydrated? lol Especially now that it’s summer and drinking water is more important than ever. I feel like they would all have their own way of doing so.

thank you :-)

The Hydration Situation - Obey Me! Brothers

Genre: fluff/crack

CW: dehydration + effects of dehydration, lots of water drinking, kinda protective! brothers, Beel/Satan/Asmo are the only ones who understand hydration, slightly overbearing brothers, Levi is a weeb, reader kinda = MC

that is so kind, it’s really nice to hear you enjoy it!! summer writing has me in a CHOKEHOLD right now so I’d absolutely love to do this for you! thanks for the req & hope you enjoy 💓 also the title kinda sounds like a big bang theory episode lol

Lucifer:

he has some…interesting ways to make you stay hydrated

obviously he starts with the easy ones/what works on his brothers

he will make it more easily accessible, maybe buy you a cute water bottle & some stickers to decorate it

also will remind you CONSTANTLY

but if that doesn’t work, he’s going to Pavlov you (esp if you respond well to praise)

anytime he sees you drinking water, he’ll reward you (stickers, praise, snacks)

anytime you forget, he gives you a disappointed sigh (usually reserved for Mammon) and makes it well known that he’s upset

(spoiler: he never actually is)

if you ever complain about a headache, muscle cramps etc it’s SO over

the first question he’s asking is if you’ve drank enough water, followed by him asking you why you haven’t drank enough water

he WILL make you sit in his office with him while he does paperwork and monitor your water intake

until you’ve drank enough for the time of day & staved off the incoming effects of dehydration, you’re not leaving

(Levi begrudgingly partners with Mammon to try to rescue you, which just ends up with all three of you being locked in his office and forced to drink water)

Mammon:

he himself is not the best at remembering to drink water

however Satan told him some fun (read: unfun) facts about humans and dehydration that have made him paranoid for life

he’s absolutely convinced you’re going to drop dead on the spot of you forget your water for even an hour (very funny to watch)

this leads to him always carrying water for you in his bag and car like a worried mom, and setting alarms for himself to remind you

probably keeps an entire case of water bottles in the mini fridge in his room just so he can always have one on hand

however don’t you dare question why or else you’ll get a lecture :,)

“whaddya mean overbearing? d’ya wanna die or something? is that it? you’re my—our—human & it’s my—our—job to take care of ya”

whenever you guys go out to eat he’ll always force you to order a water and won’t let you get anything else (even juice) until you’re finished

accidentally ends up drinking more water himself, too

(also probably pavlovs himself into associating it with you)

despite how cheap he is, if you run out of water when you’re out and about, he will spend an absurd 5$ on a plastic water bottle for you

Levi:

again, definitely not the best at remembering his water

he lives off of Baja Blast or something (even tho he’s literally a sea creature)

he’s playing a game like Kenshi or Raft or something and realizes that humans are so fragile they’ll die without water

even tho he could technically research this he doesn’t and just lets himself panic spiral instead

decides that it’s now his responsibility to make sure you drink enough water and that he’s your protector

honestly it’s really sweet if a little dorky

trades out all his soda for water and Gatorade and when you ask about it he just says he’s ’being healthier’

feels super awkward when you praise him for that

whenever you come for your late night movie marathons he has a glass of water waiting for you (in some cool cup, no doubt)

he’ll offer you up some Gatorade if you finish and some ‘healthy’ snacks like strawberry pocky (cause it totally has real strawberry in it)

feels super happy and proud of himself that he’s helping you get better and staving off the effects of dehydration

probably forces you to wear a dorky matching bucket hat anytime you go outside

“it’s hot out! you need water and shelter or it’s game over”

??

Satan:

the least but also the most overbearing ever

read about it in some book about humans in the summertime and he’s been worried about it ever since

buys a notebook (that he lets you decorate) that he keeps a little water log in

he’ll colour in squares every time you meet your hourly water goal and (unbeknownst to you) he’ll give you a sticker at the end of the day if you meet it

you’re a little confused but who doesn’t love a free sticker?

super big stickler about sun protection too—if you try to leave the house without some SPF and a hat, he’s dragging you back inside until you agree to

you don’t really notice or care that much when he’s suddenly following you around with a journal everywhere—you just assume it’s one of his experiments

let’s it ‘slip’ to the other brothers so that they can watch over you whenever he’s not around (which just results in all of them panicking oops)

if the temp outside reaches above like 30c/90f, he won’t let you leave without a water bottle and some sort of sports drink

though he’ll really just find someway to coax you into the house

“there’s this new book I got in a lot online and I couldn’t help but notice it was also on your wishlist…care to take it off my hands?”

he thinks he’s slick… but also it works lol

you two end up spending most of the hot days inside, cozied up in the air conditioning of his room reading books

Asmo:

probably the only one who’s made you drink water outside of the summer months

he’s a stickler for hydration so anytime you’re hanging out, he’s always serving up some sort of new fancy water

has a little mini fridge of it like Chopped Leaf

watermelon, cucumber, charcoal, coconut—you name it

he lets you be for the most part, but if it’s a particularly hot day or he notices your skin and hair are looking a little dull, he’ll step in

does something lowkey, like a self care day

he’ll pamper you as a distraction to keep slipping you glasses of water, and by the end of the day, you’re back to your usual glowy self

he has a little app on his phone to track his water intake and probably has an extra little profile for you on it

the only one aside from Satan who also realizes you need electrolytes and vitamins in addition to the water

(meanwhile the other brothers have just been flushing all the nutrients out of you 😭)

don’t worry, he has an insane vitamin collection to make up for it

keeps those Alani Nu energy drinks around since they have collagen & stuff in them

also he’s like those people online who have like a crazy collection of different shapes/flavours of ice cubes

if you’re particularly sick or dehydrated, he’ll make a fun little game out of it by setting up a water bar or something for the two of you

it’s really sweet, honestly

Beel:

as a football player, he knows how important it is to stay hydrated

probably didn’t realize just how fragile humans are until you get woozy and delirious while playing football outside

he’s super worried but keeps it together and does a little research on his DDD

shows you where he keeps his secret stash of water, sports drinks & energy drinks

totally gives you a free pass to have any that you want too

after that, he’s watching you like a hawk

he’ll subconsciously time you and if you haven’t drank water in a while, he’ll give you a gentle reminder to

ends up getting you a water bottle (maybe one that matches his sports one ^^) just so that you’ll remember

like Mammon he keeps water on him at all times so that you can both stay hydrated

during your midnight snack runs, he won’t share with you until you drink a big cup of water (sometimes more if you’re having something salty!!)

he also has those flavoured electrolyte packets to make it a little more fun for you if you need it

or if it’s just very, very hot outside

he’ll make you a fun little glass of water and maybe even garnish it with an umbrella like a cocktail

also makes you eat lots of hydrating foods!! watermelon & cucumber are big ones for him, maybe celery and grapes too

he’ll make a little platter for you guys to share

Belphie:

I do not believe this man drinks water I’m sorry

didn’t care much at first about your water intake but when he notices you getting a little run down, he steps it up

makes sure to keep an extra glass of water on his nightstand for you whenever you come to nap or play games with him

sets alarms so he can wake up between naps and check on you

although he’ll just lazily text “water?” to you most of the time

and you just respond with a thumbs up emoji or something

probably finds those ‘sleepy mocktails’ online or something and makes you them before bed

like the magnesium cranberry juice ones

steals from Beel’s secret stash for you

probably has a secret mini fridge in one of his nightstands and stocks it up with extra water for you

on particularly hot nights (esp if you’re sweating a lot) he might wake you up so you can take a few sips of water

cause nothing is worse than waking up all achy with a dry throat and nose

making you drink more water kinda forces him to drink more water too

Asmo is absolutely seething with envy at how shiny Belphie’s skin and hair get

(this summer becomes known as the summer MC pees a million times lol)

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f1 fic recs

a compilation of all the fics i've been reading in the f1 rpf tag on ao3! please leave comments and kudos for the authors, and check the tags before reading. sorted by pairing, and summary and word count are provided. none of these fics are mine.

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charles leclerc / max verstappen

bloodsport by 140445 | 37,711 words | M

“I don’t care about then, you are here now,” Charles says. “You are on my side now.” Max is on his side. It’ll feel like that, too, at some point. Surely. Or: Max and Charles as teammates for the 24 hours of Le Mans.

such murderous and vengeful desire by foggystars | 20,676 words | E

Where Carlos’ girlfriend has her fingers crossed, keeps covering her eyes as if she can’t bear to watch, Max is focused, mouth set in a hard line. He’s leaning in, balancing on the edge of his seat. To anybody else he looks intent, focused on the screen. To Charles, he looks like a bird, poised to take wing. Like he’s about to fly right through the screen and take the steering wheel from Charles’ clumsy hands, get in there and drive the car himself. When Max Verstappen suffers a career ending injury, he pours all his effort into turning his old rival, Charles Leclerc, into a worthy champion. Five years and two world championships later, they finally decide to talk about it.

like in love with me by linearity | 7,800 words | T

Austria 2019, a two-person house party, Abu Dhabi 2021, a silly lover’s quarrel, and a stove-side morning proposal.

Anonym by additiv | 13,971 words | E

The truth is, Max finds Charles unbelievably annoying. He’s chaotic and unpredictable. He’s staring at Max across the room one moment, and in the next, seems to have forgotten he exists. He swaps clothes with people at random, whipping off his faded Gucci t-shirt in the middle of the dance floor, to trade it for some girl’s crop top, laughing and crowding close to block the view of her body while they make the exchange. When he disappears to the bathroom, Max never knows whether he’ll reappear with glitter on his eyelids, or white powder on his nose. He flirts with every person in the room, and probably sleeps with them too. He ignores Max completely, then goes home with him. He’s always gone when Max wakes up; nothing left behind, nothing missing. He refuses to stay the night, but refuses to let Max get over him. And, he refuses to let Max know anything about him.

when you cut me open by triangularity (linearity) | 44,900 words | E

Well, Charles concedes, miserably. He did die last night. A few days staying with his vampire ex-boyfriend probably isn’t the worst thing he’ll have gone through in January.

a life in your shape by weiwuxian (BreathOfDream) | 29,431 words | E

“Oh god, not you,” Charles groans, crossing his arms on his chest. The Batman visibly rolls his eyes (blue, of course, because all men that messed with Charles’ life had that in common apparently) at his reaction, but another look at Charles makes him step closer. “Yes, always a pleasure. Are you ok?” or: 5 times both Max and the Batman makes Charles' life a lot more complicated than needed + 1 time he doesn't

Frecheit by additiv | 208,723 words | E

The first time that Max heard the name Charles Leclerc was in 2022, just after winning his first WDC. Maybe it only stuck because he heard it twice in one night; first as Leclerc was announced as the 2022 F3 champion. Second, as Helmut lamented not signing him to the Red Bull driver development program. Now, Max is ready to put the newly-promoted Ferrari driver in his place. The problem is, Leclerc seems to think his place is on the top step of the podium. And he is not playing by the rules. An age-difference fic, where they never got to work out their differences as kids. 3-time WDC Max's experience of being personally victimised by baby-Charles.

in dream by 140445 | 81,025 words | E

Charles tried to figure out the dream on his own. In the morning he sat down with a cup of coffee, trying to make sense of what he had seen—he even googled it. Surely, Charles couldn't be the first or only person to dream about someone he shouldn't. But there were no search results for my professional rival is suddenly also my soulmate or soulmate dream of someone i'm not supposed to want???.  (In a world where soulmates identified each other by sharing a dream, Charles dreamt of the last person he expected.)

heart of the wind by pipitass | 13,830 words | M

There’s a slip of paper taped next to one of the doorbells — third floor, second door. It should, in theory, be the one directly across from his own. Max V. “Yes?” “Uh— hi.” He clears his throat. “It’s your neighbor. From across the street. Your, your clothes…” He doesn’t really know what to say after that. Hi, I got into a street fight with your bedsheets yesterday. Welcome to the neighborhood.

charles_leclerc ✔️ posted: 😘 by ninetqs | 11,500 words | M

Charles posts a photo with a mystery man and casually breaks the Internet in the process.

cameras in the traffic lights by c_e_1 | 9,958 words | M

Pop Crave @PopCrave • Aug 13 2023 Popstar Charles Leclerc has put his instagram on private after fans spotted Formula 1 driver Max Verstappen in the background of his vacation photos 303 comments | 1.6K retweets | 10K likes

(don't read) the last page by mintchocolatechip97 | 7,475 words | E

Max feels a light tap on his arm, and turns to see the beautiful door-opener, chestnut brown curls fluffed up on his head like he’s been running his hands through his hair. “I have been on a set a time or two,” the man says, trying and failing to wink, “but this is my first time in a writers room, so you are not the only rookie here.” He clearly speaks English fluently, but has a smidge of a European accent, which Max thinks might be French. “I’m sorry,” Max says, a little annoyed that this stranger is speaking to him as if they know each other, “I didn’t catch your name?” Several emotions flit over the man’s face, in such quick succession that Max can’t quite catch them all. In the end, he looks mortified. “Oh, I am so sorry,” he says, “This is going to sound terrible, like I am the worst kind of person, but I thought you would know who I was.” Dr. Max Verstappen gets hired as the expert medical consultant for a new Netflix show. Charles Leclerc, former teen heartthrob, stars.

all i know of love is hunger by 140445 | 28,509 words | E

Anger flares in Charles’ chest. Not the kind that he feels in the car, when he’s on Max’s tail, when they are braking late and later. The one that’s been looming over his head ever since Max announced his retirement. The one he hasn’t been able to tame until now, until he can give it a name. Betrayal.

hollywood and highland by japrufrocks | 26,730 words | E

Max had left New York a week before Charles had, seven days exactly. Max had gone to Hollywood; Charles had gone to a hospital. Now they're starring in the same film. Hollywood gives its darlings everything. It takes everything too.

straight lines (that unwind you) by 140445 | 16,330 words | E

“Do you know him?” Arthur asks. “No,” Charles decides. Because he does not. He knows Max is a mathematics major, and that he plays chess. And that he hits the gym. And what he looks like when he comes. Details.

all to play for by linearity | 49,300 words | E

Charles Leclerc is not at Red Bull to win races. He is here to win championships.

my thoughts will echo your name by witchee_writer | 38,826 words | M

“Do you think you’ll ever want to do Le Mans one day?” asked Max, glancing sideways at the man sitting next to him. Charles’ eyes lit up, a grin spreading across his face. “I think I want to win Le Mans one day.”

heart on your sleeve by nyoomfruits | 4,812 words | T

The thing about having a racing helmet that constantly displays your emotions for the whole world to see, is that you kind of get used to it after a while. These days Charles almost forgets it’s even a thing. Almost. But then he goes and falls in love.

ghost of you by nyoomfruits | 3,436 words | T

“All right, are you now finally ready to explain why four time world driver champion Charles Leclerc is currently in my living room?” Max says, as Charles towels off his hair. Charles pauses, lets the towel fall into his lap, stares at Max with wide eyes. “I’m sorry, did you say four time?”

The HR Situation by thearchercore | 3,027 words | Gen

Jacob found out many things during his first month in the new HR role - Mary and Connor from Aero Engineering were dating. Thomas and Nick from Comms got recently divorced and it's a sensitive subject. Eddie from Legal had to go to an Anger Management class but hasn't had any issues since his return. Oh, and also - Max Verstappen and Charles Leclerc were fucking weird about each other. or: Charles and Max go to Mercedes and the HR Department is in shambles.

Sawtooth by nottonyharrison | 40,305 words | E

In another universe, Max rejected karting at the age of fifteen, no longer prepared to be a proxy for his father’s dream. He moved back to Belgium to live with his mum and sister, excelled at school, and eventually went on to complete a Masters of Mechanical Engineering. Now 27, after four years working for Alfa Romeo and Sauber, first as a junior performance engineer and then on the pit wall for Zhou Guanyu, he’s put forward for a job with Ferrari when Carlos Sainz is left without a race engineer thanks to the increasingly hectic F1 schedule. The problem is, Max has a crush on Carlos’ teammate. A huge, obvious, embarrassing crush that leaves him stumbling for words, face burning every time he’s within six feet of the guy. What makes it even worse is that sometimes he’s sure that Charles is looking right back.

leminiscate by weiwuxian (BreathofDream) | 27,799 words | E

Charles tries to imagine Max, on the opposite side of the kitchen. Eating bread too, like he did that first morning of the After—gross and charming. Tries to think about the way he would hold him, maybe. Of the softness of his lips, glossed by butter; and how he would laugh and push him away. His phone dings and he blinks himself awake once again.

achilles comes down by sincerelylancelot | 21,068 words | M

The World Championship trophy rests in his trembling hands, his name etched in fine gold. It isn't until he's staring down at it—his name nestled close to Max’s—that he realises his dreams have always been carved out of someone else’s pain. Jules. Max. And now, maybe even himself.

charles leclerc / carlos sainz jr

a bad recompense for your love by steviethenarwhal | 65,162 words | M

“I do not want to date you,” Charles says. Carlos’s eyes slide warily over to him. He tries to explain. “I do not date men. It would be… not smart.” “I don’t want to date you either,” Carlos says. “I do not date racecar drivers.”

translation theory by linearity | 9,500 words | E

Charles Leclerc, Ferrari’s golden boy, their Il Predestinato. He likes it up the ass and likes getting fucked by rockstars who have more tattoos than thoughts in their brains. What a fucking joke.

semiotic study by linearity | 8,600 words | E

Carlos knows. He knows what this is and what this is not. This is not romance, this is not love, but Charles makes it so easy to slip into that illusion. Charles makes it so hard, and Carlos cannot be without.

last night by venerat | 24,259 words | E

Rule #1: When you go to America, don't lose your virginity to your best friend's roommate. Charles fails Rule #1.

Good Boy by chiliconcarlos | 8,445 words | E

Really, it’s all Alex’s fault. ~~ Or: the one where Charles and Carlos want to settle the question of who's better in bed.

at the dinner table with god and my father by Cloudcollector | 4,599 words | M

There is a table in his house that knows more about him than his father. Or, Carlos and his father. And the family dinner table through the years.

win or lose (it's how you play the game) by chiliconcarlos | 18,321 words | E

It all starts because of a stupid bet.   Or: Carlos suggests a hickey bet for their '23 season, and it goes about how you'd expect.

darling by magnificentbirb | words | T

The pet names begin as a joke.

carlos sainz jr / oscar piastri

take it or leave it by venerat | 6,771 words | E

r/relationships: My (22M) coworker (29M) keeps irritating me at work

he just turned in like i didn't exist by linearity | 36,500 words | E

Oscar doesn’t have a problem with his soulmate. It’s his soulmate who has the fucking problem.

Happy Death Race by powerfulowl (playmyace) | 28,390k words | E

Carlos gazes up at the fake blue sky. Dopey grin, contrapposto pose, head as empty as the cottony clouds above. “Look, look. Look, Piastri. It is always daylight.” Oscar imagines pushing him into the piss water canal. "Yeah, cool. Stop dying!" (Oscar is in a time loop and Carlos won't stop dying.)

when both our cars collide by buildyourfences | 8,483 words | M

It’s race day, which means his phone shouldn’t be ringing. And yet, it is. “Carlos, why are you not at the track yet? We are waiting for you.” “But–” “I sent you the updated schedule last night, please get here as soon as possible.” The call ends. He blinks down at the phone in his hand. Friday, March 1. Well, that’s not right. Carlos is trapped in a time loop. He can't stop crashing with Oscar.

at a constant speed by wisteriagoesvroom (bobaheadshark) | 11,676 words | E

“Are you close?” Oscar asks. “What does it look like?” “I wasn’t expecting it to be, uh, so…” What? Oscar wants to add. Hot? Desperate? Pathetic? All of the above? --- Or, carcar get themselves into a situationship, and it just keeps situating.

left a calling card so they would know that it was me by xxxdeerlordxxx | 6,139 words | E

Carlos continues to sit there, in the cockpit with his back to the wall, pieces of the torn advertisements raining down on him. He can see a big screen from where he’s at, the replays they show over and over, of Carlos spinning out, of Oscar driving away from the incident like nothing happened. Because of course no one believes him. But Carlos knows that Oscar’s to blame. Just not in the way people might think.

hatred cradles you by foggystars | 6,829 words | E

“You see?” Carlos asks, hanging up the phone. “He does not pick up.” Oscar shrugs, unsure why Carlos seems to think this is his problem. Just because Oscar’s his teammate doesn’t mean he knows where Lando is at all times, like some sort of twink-seeking missile. Then Carlos says, “I wait for him in here,” and nods to himself. He’s walking into Oscar’s hotel room before he can stop him, and all Oscar can do is blink stupidly at the empty stretch of hallway where Carlos once stood.

in midnight’s jaws by Springsteen | 30,806 words | E

Werewolves are fiction, the stuff of books and movies just like witches and zombies. Men do not turn into wolves, or fly on broomsticks, or raise the dead. There must be a logical explanation for the restlessness in Carlos's blood, for the waves of pain so sudden and intense it feels as though his bones are trying to break free of his body. Surely there is a perfectly good reason for Carlos to have woken in the dirt the morning after a full moon, with no idea where he is or how he got there. And surely there was a reason he turned to Oscar Piastri, of all people, for help.

pulling teeth by arboretics | 9,030 words | Not Rated

Oscar is very private, very in control. Carlos pretends he is both of those things, too. But after a late night collision in Baku 2024, things spiral between them into something straddling a game and an uncomfortable intimacy. A year on, Oscar and Lando are battling for the championship, Carlos is fighting for low points finishes, and Oscar loses his grip on the whole situation.

the better half of a good time by antimonyandthyme | 4,413 words | E

“Most guys, they look at the date.” He manages to make it sound both admiring and chiding. Oscar is very quickly losing control of this conversation. “Do you make a habit of just giving your license out? To every stranger you meet?” “Only those I really like.”

reckless attention by crescenteluce | 4,290 words | E

It’s probably on Oscar to be the bigger person here, to tell Carlos if he can’t do it sober, he shouldn’t be doing it at all. But that’s the thing about Carlos – he doesn’t exactly inspire Oscar to be the best version of himself.

george russell / max verstappen

winning mentality by linearity | 18,500 words | E

It’s not, like, a thing. It’s only happened twice, if you don’t count the time during the pre-season when Max shoved a thigh against George’s crotch, and George, touched-deprived and broken-hearted, let out a sharp gasp and came instantly. Max, looking shocked and frightened, stormed away.

cut your teeth by 140445 | 9,224 words | E

And that is the thing that brought George here. Eat or be eaten. It’ll happen either way. Maybe here, he will like the taste.

full throttle by calenmirel | 3,397 words | E

Later, Max will turn to him, meeting his gaze head on, and ask if George truly hadn’t seen him in his mirrors at turn eight, like George had claimed. He'll rub his hands on his racesuit as he says it, like he'll be rid of the phantom feeling of George's hair from between his fingers if he wipes them hard enough. George will look back at him, licking the taste of Max from the back of his teeth like he can savour it, and will reply, “of course I didn’t,” lying through his smile.

alexander albon / george russell

a feeling all brand new by ginnydear | 16,481 words | M

Alex is halfway through his sandwich when he starts to feel talkative, so he takes a sip of his tea and waits for Logan to finish chewing before he says what’s running through his mind at full speed. “I think I’m homophobic.”

nothing but teeth by crescenteluce | 25,057 words | E

“Oh, come on.” Alex says, poking George in the thigh again with his foot. “Don’t tell me you’ve never done a little-” Alex makes a complicated hand-wavy gesture that has the contents of his glass nearly sloshing over the sides. “At your fancy boy schools, a little stiff upper-lipped make-out amongst the chaps? In between rounds of cricket and fox hunting?”

carlos sainz jr / max verstappen

ease the madness by magnificentbirb | 12,231 words | M

Max signed away his soul on his sixteenth birthday.

pierre gasly / charles leclerc

a long time (maybe forever) by strongestavenger | 10,021 words | T

AITA: homophobic but only to my roommate/best friend? First of all, I swear I have never been a discriminatory person – I have lots of gay friends and my little brother is bisexual. I know that sounds stupid as hell but it’s my only defense right now. My problem is that I (Marc, 26M, straight) have a roommate (Jacques, 28M, gay), who has also been my best friend since we were kids, and I think I’ve started to feel homophobic towards him? (or: Charles needs some outside help to figure things out.)

miscellaneous / general / multi

One thousand laps of jeddah by in_in_in_in_in_in_in | 68,585 words | Gen

George feels sick for the whole ride to the track. He has no idea how he got from breakfast to the car, let alone how he shook off Alex. He knows that he said ‘for god’s sake, Alex, I’m not on drugs’ about a hundred times, even though he’s not at all sure that it’s the truth. What else could have happened to him? Did he dream the race last night?

eat them alive by linearity | 57,000 words | E

Oscar lost Lando a championship and left McLaren. There was still a year in between.

the condominium community committee by jusst_you_wait | 36,452 words | T

the condominium community - 2:36pm Oscar and Logan have been added to the chat George Hello, welcome to a group chat we have for the Formula apartment building! There are only 18 (20 now) of us so we like to keep in contact about the building maintenance and other neighbourly orders of business. I’m George, and I liaise with the building manager on behalf of all of us when there is a building specific issue rather than an apartment issue. Welcome to the building! Lando do u copy and paste that from ur notes every time Alex I bet he has it memorised ~ or, the ridiculous chat fic where the f1 grid all live in the same apartment building

temperature get to you by minieggs11 | 9,339 words | E

It’s Logan’s last ride of the night, it’s clearly two drunk tourists going back to their hotel. As long as they give him a five star rating, he doesn’t care what happens.

sugar and spice by pipitass | 10,785 words | E

“Do you know already? Who you’ll pick?” Oscar frowns. Eyes still closed, scrunched now. Sharp brows downturned, meeting in the middle of his face. “When you win.” The frown deepens for a second. Then his face releases, and he shrugs. Shuffles as he goes to lay down, kicking his shoes off before he brings them up so his toes are poking at Max’s thigh, settling in. “Someone nice.”

triple header by 140445 | 7,890 words | E

Because Oscar isn’t here with Charles. And he’s not here with Max. He doesn’t get it, this thing between Max and Charles. They look like they’re here together, share glances that make Oscar feel like an intruder—but Max brought Oscar back to the booth to sit with them. For Charles to flirt with him. As if it’s some kind of game, where Max brings back prey for Charles to take.

somebody else by piastrism | 31,252 words | E

Oscar misses the color lilac — the color of the twilight sky behind Charles as they drank wine on Sedici, and the long-faded color left behind on his hips by Max’s fingertips.

we'll take the shadows (since the limelight isn't ours) by magnificentbirb | 2,177 words | T

Lando hears the screech of tires on asphalt behind him, the distant crunch of carbon fiber colliding with a wall. He glimpses only the aftermath of the carnage—the dust and smoke, the flashing lights, the unmistakable gleam of bright red—and then he’s clear. And that’s when the seconds slow down.

possessed by light by Anonymous | 6,885 words | Gen

It is a lesson you learn alone. Or that you are supposed to learn alone. At some point you will look at yourself in the mirror and see not just flesh and blood. You will see the capabilities beyond that. You will see your body as a ladder to forever ascend, to always want more. You will see just what you’re made of—and you will realise it has to be used. You will learn not to waste it. Charles did not learn that on his own.

[k9wa]

I need more loser boothill, enough of this macho persona guy he's the type to sulk and said "my partner hate me I hope I die" and the type to smile stupid when you kiss him!!!

HE ISSSS IVE BEEN SAYING THIS LMFAO like he’s actually so smitten and stupid i hate him

one little kiss and his dumbass is grinning ear to ear and giving you 40 more and his hands are lowkey fisting around your shirt or he’s just flat out bear hugging you with his face hidden in your neck

boothill who will pull out his phone mid-chase if he feels it vibrate cus what if u texted him— proceeds to take it out on the poor chased individual when the notif was something else and now he’s sour

also?? will send you these like 10 minute long voice notes of him just talking while he’s doing literally anything. big complainer. whiner. he misses u :/

“gonna start bustin’ things outta place if it gives me an excuse to come see ya. miss you fudgin’ around with my gadgets almost’ much as i miss you.” he’ll dramatically sigh to the suspicious sound of a revolver chamber being clicked back into place and a distant shot. “i’ll think of ya while i’m out here slingin’ lead, alright cherry pie? maybe i’ll come’n surprise you or somethin’ anyway. never been very patient when it comes t’you. call me when you close up shop, aye? wanna hear your voice.”

and he will flirt with you all the time and try to be soooo charming and sly but a few comments back and he’s all bashful and pushing his hat down over his eyes and— gets shot

[via-l0ve]

Hey! I love your silly spn things🤭 could you please do how’d the boys would react if you gave them a flower crown?🥹❤️

Flower Crown (SPN pref)🩷

a/n: THIS IS SO FUCKING CUTE OMFG!! i love this idea so much. i hope you enjoy, babe 🫶🏻 i’m sorry it took a little bit to get put out, i’m having some family struggles and they’re taking a toll on me but i hope you enjoy 🥰🥰

warnings: fluff, swearing

Dean:

dude.

he falls in LOVE

i think he would try and act all cool and stuff but he’d be MELTING inside omg

he literally adores you and the crown

i think he would let you put it on his head at first but he wouldn’t leave it on. he would display it tho

“y/n you made this?”

“yeah.. do you like it?” :))

“I love it sweetheart.”

hugs you

shows sam

“sammy look at what y/n made me! it’s so cool. you don’t have one. ha.”

teach him how to make them cus he’ll make you one

Sam:

he loves it so much

sam dosent get affection often and he NEEDS it and it’s SO CUTE

“hey y/n. what’s up?”

“i made something for you.”

toy hand him the crown and he looks up at you and his eyes are all glossy.

“this is for me?”

“yeah. i tried to get your favorite color flowers in there. do you like it?”

HUGS HUGS HUGS

He fuckin ADORES it

he’s so cute omg

he wants to wear it forever and ever and ever

he shows dean and brags for days

he’ll teach himself how to make them and make you a bunch of them with your favorite colors

Castiel:

cas wouldn’t take it off

you give it to him and he insists to take some photos and everything

he loves it so much omg

he’s never loved anyone as much as he loves you and he also loves getting little surprise gifts

he goes back to heaven and brags and brags

get yourself a man who will brag to the angels about you

“y/n gave me this flower crown thing. it is truly beautiful.”

he wears it when he goes to see sam and dean and they’re both looking at him like he’s on cocaine

“cas. what’s on your head?”

“oh, isn’t it beautiful? y/n made me it!”

he won’t wear it on hunts or during battles bc he dosent want it to rip or get ruined :(

give him so much more

Crowley:

crowley will wear that shit loud and proud

he’s torturing a demon with a little red rose and vine crown on his head :(

it reminds him of you so he always wears it

he lets the flowers wilt and get a little dead bc it fits his vibe but when they rlly do die he’d be crying lowkey

he wants so many more

“please y/n? they compliment my suit so well, my love.”

crowley deserves all the love

he literally can’t get enough of them

[charmercharm3r]

Skz hard thought:

Heavily thinking about soft dom Han and how vocal he would be 😵‍💫😵‍💫

(also love your blog; you’re doing great, sweetie!)

Masterlist

soft dom hanji would be so so loving in comparison to hard dom hanji. like that boy is an absolute flip of a switch and the weather affects his mood in the same way it would decide what you wear outside. i will die on the hill that he can go from one end of the spectrum to the other in a split second.

but speaking of soft dom jisung, when he’s feeling soft, it’s so so soooo gentle.

picture just soft touches, tender kisses, lots of rubbing his nose into your cheek cus just holding you isn’t enough. you’re so right, he’d be a vocal little mess. PRAISE PRAISE PRAISE!!! giving praise is his first instinct and will compliment you to the ends of the earth, though it’d be very taken and appreciated if you told him what a good job he’s doing, too.

he’d start off in missionary just to ease into it, but as he starts to get worked up and it gets harder to control himself, jisung hikes your knees up to press against your chest and whisperer the filthiest things in your ear. some things about how good you feel, how warm and tight and how tingly you make he is all over and how he just can never get enough.

as he gets you into this new position, he starts to lose the loving plot a bit. now, the tip of his cock is hitting the deepest parts of you to the point you feel him in your belly and it’s so mind numbing that you don’t entirely register how dirty he’s being. along the lines of, “feel me, baby? shit— that’s it. sucking me in so good, even your little hole never wants me to leave. wanna cum inside and make sure i’m with you forever. doesn’t that sound nice? awe, don’t hold back, baby, i know you heard me. you would love it, me breeding you. ohh— you do like that, do that again— mmmff. yeah, i’m gonna breed you. i’ll stuff you so full, you’ll never forget who you belong to. you’re mine, aren’t you? mhm, yeah you are, sweetheart.”

there would be a symphony of moans and whimpers from the both of you that there’s multiple noise complaints just this night alone. and he’s right, you can’t help clenching onto his dick in hopes he’ll fulfill his promise of claiming you with his seed.

[getosprettyboy]

Let Me Into Your Heart

Pairing : Remus Lupin x reader

Tags : nothing but fluff, drunk guy tries to get handsy.

Summary : Remus has been ignoring you for a while and you are going to find out why.

A/N : Sorry I deleted this, it didn't feel cute enough.

Dividers by cafekitsune.

It’s been 3 weeks and Remus has been ignoring you with all his might. It is extremely frustrating for you to deal with him like this.

First, it started with him not replying to you back a greeting you sent towards him. Then he would sit far away from you in the great hall and now whenever he sees you he runs towards the other direction. When you try to confront him he comes up with an excuse of how he is late for a class or something.

So you started sending him letters, and he replied to none of them. It was infuriating.

You almost gave up on him but then you remembered the memorable and fun times with him and how much you loved those moments together.

Like that one time in the common room…

❦

It was just the two of you in the common room with a vinyl record player playing some David Bowie songs to which you would occasionally bob your head while tracing the scars on his arms.

Suddenly you looked at Remus. The way his face would shine from the fire and how beautiful his scars looked on him. He isn’t fond of his scars and hates them but you think his scars form a beautiful pattern like constellations.

Remus saw you looking at him and spoke, careful not to break the peaceful atmosphere.

“What?”

“You have a pretty face Lupin.”

Remus flushed at your compliment and tried hiding his blush by deflecting the compliment.

“There is nothing really special about it.”

“There is. You have scars which I could trace to form constellations on and eyes as deep as the ocean and I fear if I look too deep into your eyes I might drown in them and might never be able to come back for air and that will be fine because I would rather die in those pools of water then never see your face again.

Remus just looked at you lovingly and asked, “Why do you like my scars so much?”

“Because they are a part of you and I love each and every single part of you Remus, even the ones you would call ugly. I will love them forever and always.”

“You’re acting like you’re in love with me,” Remus said half-jokingly.

“Maybe I am.”

Remus choked on the air with wide eyes.

“I’m joking silly,” You said as you lightly shoved him.

Remus nervously chuckled. It’s not like he is in love with you.

“Are you in love with me?” You asked with mischief glinting in your eyes.

“Who would fall in love with you?” Remus retorted.

“Oh my gosh, Remus, Shut up!” You said as you punched him in the arm.

“Ow.”

“It was well deserved.”

“Indeed.”

You both laughed at each other's antics when suddenly you stood up.

“Oh my gosh! Remus, Starman!!!”

Remus listened to the music carefully and you were right Starman by David Bowie was playing on the vinyl player.

You increased the volume and started singing the lyrics.

There’s a Starman

waiting in the sky

He’d like to come and meet us but he thinks he’d blow our minds

There’s a Starman

waiting in the sky

He’s told us not to blow it cus he knows it’s all worthwhile he told me

Let the children lose it

Let the children use it

Let all the children boogie

You stretched out your hand towards him and asked, “Remus John Lupin, may I please have this dance with you?”

“No.”

“Oh, come on now,” You whined.

“I don’t dance.”

“Oh yes, you do!”

You pulled him up and held both of his hands and swayed to the music.

Don't tell your poppa or he’ll get us locked up in fright

There’s a Starman

waiting in the sky

He’d like to come and meet us but he thinks he’d blow our minds

There’s a Starman

waiting in the sky

He’s told us not to blow it cus he knows it’s all worthwhile he told me

You both screamed the song at the top of your lungs. You both had never felt more alive.

❦

That was your favourite memory with him, unfortunately, that was the last conversation you had with him because, from the next day forwards, he ignored you and didn’t even give you a reason for it.

You have been trying to talk to him but he wouldn’t listen to you.

A few days later your birthday arrived and you were a pretty popular person because of your good looks and good grades. You were also very nice so people liked you and knew you. So it was no surprise when more than the people you invited came to your birthday party. Even Remus came. You did give him an invite through James but you didn’t think he would actually show up.

You were greeting your multitude of guests when you saw Remus approaching you.

“Happy birthday Y/N,” Remus said handing you your gift.

“Thank you, Remus, how are you?” You asked.

“I’m good, you?”

“I’m great."

"Are you sure because you haven’t been talking to-”

“I think I heard Sirius calling me, I gotta go bye.” He quickly said running away from you.

You saw him rushing into the crowd of people to get away from you and it hurt to know that he didn’t want to be in our company.

“Enjoy the party.” You murmured with a frown.

❦

Remus pushed towards the crowd of people and saw Sirius flirting with a girl with long brown hair but suddenly a girl came out of nowhere and started shouting at them. The angry asked Sirius something to which Sirius with wide eyes shook his head and she took the other girl’s arm and dragged her off somewhere.

Remus then approached Sirius.

“What was that all about?” Remus asked.

“The angry girl was the girl’s girlfriend,” Sirius replied.

“You really are a homewrecker.”

“I didn’t know!!! What about you?!”

“What about me?”

“Did you tell Y/N how you feel about her?”

“What are you talking about.”

“Moony, I see how you look at her, in fact, we all do.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about.”

“Oh my- Just take this.” He hands Remus a shot of fire whiskey. “And don’t come back until you confess to her.”

Remus looked at him dully.

“Come on, Moony you can do it.”

“Fine.” Remus drank the shot and walked to where he last saw you.

He wasn’t actually going to confess to you, he was going back to his room and was going to read a nice book and go to sleep. If he wanted to confess to you he would’ve probably done it at the beginning of the semester but the fear of rejection took over. That’s why he has been ignoring you. He thinks if he stays away from you for a while he will lose feeling for you, which is unfortunately not working.

As he was heading to the boy's dormitory he saw a guy leaning on you a little too close while you were looking uncomfortable. His hand was slowly snaking around your waist as he got closer. You put a hand between your faces and said no but the guy wouldn't budge and kept getting close to you.

Remus saw red. He walked long paces towards you both and as you saw him relief washed over you.

“Hey, hands off her,” Remus said as he pushed the guy extra hard just so he could come to his senses. He looked very drunk and could barely stand up.

“Move. I and the pretty lady were having a conversation over here.” He slurred his words together.

“I don’t think so. So I’ll ask you politely, kindly fuck off."

Remus took your arm and led you to a more secluded place with the music echoing through the walls.

You sat down on the floor with your hands hugging your knees with later Remus following you and sitting beside you.

“Are you ok?” Remus asked.

“Why do you suddenly care?” You asked back.

“I've always cared for you Y/N,” Remus replied.

“Then why have you been ignoring me?” You retorted.

“I have my reasons.”

“What are they?’

“I can't tell you that.”

“Remus please tell me I want to know if you still even want to be my friend!”

“I do want to be your friend, I really do.”

“Then what is it? you won't talk to me, you won't reply to my letters what is it just tell me!”

“I-”

“Just spit it out!!”

“Because I like you. I really really like you.”

Silence.

He shouldn’t have said it. Remus really shouldn’t have said it. It was all Sirius’ fault for giving him the liquid courage and making him confess to you. Oh how he hated himself right now, now all he did was wait for you to laugh and make fun of him.

“Are you kidding me?! Are you stupid or something? why didn't you tell me?”

“So I wouldn't get rejected,” Remus replied quietly.

“Are you dense or something you fucking idiot?!”

“If you do not like me just tell me why you have to yell?” Remus replied a bit annoyed by your tone.

“I like you too you daft giraffe.”

“That's new, wait what?” Remus looked at you surprised.

“I've been giving you hints since the start of the semester. I've been flirting with you, I’ve been gifting you stuff, I've been sitting next to you at every chance I got I even shared my goddamn food with you!”

“I thought you were being friendly.”

“You bloody twat.” You shouted at him as you hit him on his arm.

“Ow.”

“It was well deserved.”

"Indeed."

“So.. you wanna kiss,” Remus asked with a warm smile on his face.

“Is that really a question?"

You grabbed his collar and pulled him in for the kiss. It was a sweet and sensual kiss with no hurry in it. You both savoured the kiss like it was your last. As soon as you both pulled away from the kiss, you laughed at him.

“What?” He asked smiling at you.

“You’re really dumb you know that.”

“That’s why you love me.”

“Oh, shut up.”

[so-long-soldier-writes]

When a Good Plan Backfires

kol mikealson x reader

summary: elena had it planned to a T. she was going to lure kol to her house where jeremy would be stationed to kill him, not only ridding him from their lives, but also completing the hunter's mark. most everyone was in on the plan, too, and had their own roles. well, everyone, except for you. she had left you out on purpose, fearing you'd interfere to protect the original. what she didn't know, though, was that not warning you would make her whole plan backfire miserably.

tags: major character death, angst, no happy ending, secret relationship, sire bond, TVD s04e12

word count: ~1.9k

Stefan revs his motorcycle before asking Elena to repeat herself. He’s almost in disbelief at her plan. “What did you say?”

“I want Jeremy to kill Kol. He just attacked Bonnie at the school, but now the three of us are planning this out. Bonnie can hold him down, and she can distract Klaus, too. We just need you to dagger Rebekah so she doesn’t come after us.”

“You want to kill an original?”

“I think Jeremy can. Plus, it’s the fastest way to grow this mark so we can find the cure. Just… tell me you’ll handle Rebekah?”

“I can’t dagger her, Elena.”

“Well, why not?”

Stefan doesn’t answer her question.

“Just distract her somehow, please.”

“I’ll try. Hey, does Y/N know about this plan?”

Elena sighs, “we haven’t told her.”

“You really should. Not that I care about Kol, but we all care about her. I think she deserves a warning, at least.”

“I know,” the girl bites her lip, “but I don’t want her to sabotage this to save him.”

“I’m not going to interfere with your plan. If you want to kill Kol and not tell Y/N, fine, but know she might never talk to you again.”

“I don’t want her to hate me, but… he’s going to kill Jeremy, and will try to kill Bonnie again if we don’t do this. And killing him would break Damon’s compulsion, too. Plus… we all know she’ll be better without him in the long run. He’s not a good influence on her; she’s only going to get hurt. This is better for everyone.”

“I agree with that part, I’m just worried about her heart. I’d hate to break it by killing her best friend, especially without her knowledge. She’s still human, it’s not like she’d be able to turn off her humanity to deal with it.”

“Maybe that’s for the better, too. The less bloodthirsty vampires around here, the better. Which is why this needs to happen. Damon needs to be free, Rebekah needs to be handled, and Kol needs to be gone. I’m going to call Matt next and have him try to keep Y/N at The Grill tonight past closing. We can reveal everything afterwards.”

Stefan takes a deep breath, “alright.”

When Matt gets the call, he understands Elena’s point of view. He’s never liked how close you’ve gotten with Kol, and shares the same fears that he’ll hurt you eventually and you, who always loves so deeply, wouldn’t be able to survive it. That, or worse, Kol would snap one day and kill you. So when the girl begs him not to tell you, he agrees with the plan. 

“We’ll all ask for forgiveness after,” he tells her. Elena likes this thought, then hangs up the phone. 

“Hey, Y/N, can you help me a little later tonight? I want to make sure everything is cleaned and stocked well for the morning. I was a little slow by myself last night.”

“Of course! I don’t mind,” you smile, eyes sparkling. You usually get off at eight, but with the plan in effect, Matt wants to keep you at least an extra hour. 

“Cool, thanks!”

◇◇◇◇

Despite agreeing with Elena, working with you that night and knowing what’s about to happen is killing him. The fact that your best friend is about to die - not only just daggered - and you can’t say goodbye to him feels so wrong. He takes a deep breath every time you smile at him, trying not to break. 

Though at nine-thirty, he starts to crack. 

“Hey, Y/N?”

“Mhm?” You turn to face him, dish in hand. 

“Are you and Kol still… friends?”

You smile at the mention of his name, and Matt feels a pang of regret. “Yeah, why?”

“No reason, just curious.”

A giggle escapes your lips, “I actually was with him this morning. He came by early and we made pancakes.” Matt doesn’t answer, though you continue. “I know he’s been a little shit lately, going after Jeremy, but I just… I know how badly everyone wants the cure, but if Silas is as bad as Kol says he is, I don’t blame him for wanting to prevent them from finding it. And I know going after everyone who threatens to raise Silas is wrong of him, but he’s really scared and doesn’t know how else to deal with it. You know how dysfunctional that whole family is; they’re like the vampiric version of mine,” you joke. 

“You really think he’s being honest about how bad Silas is?”

“I do. Especially considering that the dude’s been cemented for so long, he’ll probably go on a killing spree just to feel alive.”

Matt shifts uncomfortably. “Y/N… I have to tell you something.”

“What?”

“Elena-”

He’s cut off by a series of coughs from you, “sorry. I think I might’ve inhaled some pepper,” you mutter, hitting your chest for relief.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you clear your throat. It helps a little, but there’s still a bothersome tickle. “You were saying?”

“Elena and Bonnie are-”

There’s a loud crash as you drop the plate you were holding. It shatters into pieces on the ground. You’re not far behind, falling to the floor, but you catch yourself on the counter with a weak grip. 

“Y/N?!” Matt rushes to your side, “are you okay? What’s happening?”

“I don’t know,” you cough some more, “I feel dizzy. Everything’s blurry. I,” a third series of coughs take over. They strain your body, making it harder to stand. Matt panics when you lose your grip and fall to the floor. Your body starts to shake, almost like a seizure. “What’s wrong with me?! Oh my god, help!”

“Stay right there! Let me call for help.” He grabs his phone, “shit! I’m calling 911!”

“No, please! Call Kol. Matt, I need him. He can help me.”

“Y/N, I can’t.”

“Why? His number’s 70-”

His lip trembles, “I can’t, I’m sorry.”

“A doctor can’t help me, please, you need to call him! Matt, I’m… he…” 

“I’m going to call Elena, okay?”

“Why? What’s going on? Why can’t I see Kol?” More coughing stops your questioning. 

“Elena?”

You hear her voice over the phone, “it’s over, Matt, K-”

The blond cuts her off, “Elena, wait! Stop! I need help, Y/N’s coughing and shaking. She just collapsed on the floor, I don’t know what to do!”

“Call 911, get her to the hospital!”

“She’s asking for Kol, Elena. She’s saying a doctor won’t help. I… I don’t know. I think-”

“Oh god,” she whispers. “Um, shit… bring her here.”

“But if he’s still-”

“Matt, just bring her here. Please.”

“I’ll get there fast.”

As soon as he hangs up, Matt carries your limp body into his truck and speeds off to the Gilberts’ house. You’re too weak to ask questions, and he’s too afraid, making for a silent trip, aside from your coughing. Your limbs are still shaking, jittery, as if you’ve had too much coffee. Though something tells him coffee’s definitely not the problem. When he pulls into their driveway, he turns to you.

“Y/N?”

“Yes?” Your voice is fragile. It honestly sounds like you’re dying.

“Close your eyes for me, please? You’ll be okay. I’ll guide you.”

“Okay.”

He helps you walk, calling for Elena as he nears the doorway. She opens it right as you reach the threshold. Immediately, your state pales her, “oh my god! What’s wrong with her?!”

“I don’t know! She said not to call the police, and she’s been coughing the whole way here.”

“Bring her inside, let’s-” Elena drops her sentence as she watches the scene before her. Matt had tried to bring you into the house, but an invisible barrier is keeping you out. “Y/N?”

“I’m sorry,” you mutter. “I…”

Matt tries again, but the doorway refuses your entry.

“Y/N,” Elena clears her throat, “please come in.”

This time, when Matt takes a step, you’re able to follow. 

“No,” the girl is hit with a sudden, horrible realization. “No, no, no, no… it can’t. You can’t.”

“Elena, I’m sorry.”

“When?”

You take a deep breath, “this morning.”

Matt, Elena, and Jeremy all stare in shocked silence. 

“Who turned you?” Jeremy finally asks. Matt already knows; tears fall from his eyes. “Matt?” The boy questions his friend. 

Before you can answer, a voice from behind interrupts, “love?”

Your heart jumps when you hear your nickname. Unfortunately, though, the sudden change in your heartbeat makes you even weaker. “Kol? Are you here?” Against Matt’s wishes, you open your eyes. 

“Love, I’m here. I’m sorry.”

“Oh my god!” You use the last bit of your energy to make it to his side. He’s on the floor, shallow breaths keeping him alive. You can tell, though, that he’s nearing his last. “Baby, what happened? What’s-” you look around for answers, but receive none. In a last ditch effort, you put your wrist to his lips, “come on, feed. Please.”

“It won’t work, sweetheart. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have…” he tries to take a deep breath, “shouldn’t have been selfish. Should’ve left you alone. Human.”

“No, no, no… Kol, I wanted it. Wanted you. I still do, and I always will. You can’t die on me. Please.” You bite your wrist anyway and let a few drops fall, “come on, please! You can’t die, and I don’t want to die, either.” Panic is taking over your body; tears fall faster, coughs are more frequent, hands shake violently. 

Elena’s the first to intervene after the three piece the puzzle together. She rushes over to you, grabbing your shoulder, and biting her wrist. “Y/N, drink.”

“If it won’t work for me, it won’t work for her,” Kol mutters.

“Y/N, I’m sorry,” the girl pleads. “We didn’t know. I’m so sorry. Somebody call Stefan, now!”

Matt starts to fumble with his phone again, while Jeremy mutters that he’s going to call Bonnie. 

You don’t answer either of them. Instead, you cup your best friend’s cheeks and lean down to kiss his lips. “I need you, Kol. I love you.” He kisses back, but he’s so weak that it’s as if he’s a ghost. “I’ve had this fantasy, I’ve wanted to share with you… us leaving together. Let everyone here find their stupid cure, raise Silas, whatever, because we’d be thousands of miles away. We could keep each other safe, and we wouldn’t have to deal with all the drama here anymore. I wouldn’t have to live in fear of losing you, and we could just be happy.”

“Love…” he blinks back a tear, “look at me.” You do, and he continues, “take a deep breath. Relax.” Immediately, you calm down until you’re content and listening to him. “I love you so much. I promise I’ll find you wherever we end up. If there’s any afterlife at all, I won’t stop searching until we’re together. But for now, I want you to be at peace, just until your spirit can move on. Let it rest, love. We’ll be okay.”

You nod, all panic eased, and lay down beside him. “I love you,” you repeat.

“There you go. I love you, too. We’ll find each other again.” He kisses your hand, and then his chest rises and falls one last time. 

“Kol?” You know he’s gone, but can’t help but ask anyway. The silence tears your heart in two, but you don’t cry. You don’t cry, you don’t yell, you don’t even move. You just stare, stone cold on the outside, yet with a heart full of emotion. 

“Y/N?” Elena gets your attention, “are you alright?”

“I’ll be okay.” You smile up at her, then look back down at Kol. “We’ll be okay.” A second later, you too, draw your last breath. 

[b1mbodoll]

idk if vamp!enha thoughts are still open (if not, just ignore this <3) but if they are...

vamp!wonnie has been your boyfriend for a while now. he doesn't know how to tell you his little secret so he warms you up to it by introducing biting in and out of the bedroom (he tells you they're love bites !!!). but as time goes on he gets really desperate n decides to manipulate you so you don't run away!! meaning he tells you outright and BEGS for your blood SO dramatically,, like he would die without it. you're kinda iffy about it but he's been waiting for so long that he just sinks his little fangs into your neck and drinks from you without your permission. it makes you a bit drowsy and he loves the view,, taking advantage of how limp you are by pushing your panties aside and just rutting into you on his blood-high. and when you eventually come back to your senses, he lies to you n tells you you asked him to bite you. you obviously believe it because he's just soso good with his words and it becomes a regular thing. the next time the two of you have sex, he goes down on you beforehand n nips your clit while telling you how sweet you taste...

(sorry i think i went a little crazy here but vamp!hoon and vamp!won do things to me)

p.s. ilysm and i hope you have the bestest day ever baby!!

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pairings: yang jungwon x f! reader

warnings: noncon + blood + biting + monsterfucking + oral + masochism

💌: oh my baby thjs is… so very…yeah 😵‍💫 AGHHH I CANT STOP THINKING AB HIM GOING DOWN ON U AND PRESSING LITTLE BITES TO UR CUNT LEAVE ME ALONEEEEE DEMON DEMON UR A DEMON WITCH!!!!!!!!!! (affectionate)

it’s not that jungwon doesn’t trust you, it’s that he doesn’t trust himself to not take advantage of you after he tells you about his vampirism. knows he’ll come to you whenever he wants, as often as he wants for just a lil taste n knows you’ll gladly comply cus he’s ur sweet lil wonie n you dont want him goin’ hungry :(

before outright telling you he decides to try out biting in the bedroom. presses mouthy kisses to the expanse of your neck n licks the tiny little holes his fangs leave behind, too afraid to full on bite you bc he doesnt know if he’ll be able to control himself. he’s already itching for more as the small drops of blood collect on his tongue.

“‘m sorry princess, ‘m so fuckin’ sorry” is the last thing you hear, jungwon too wound up to stop himself from biting down hard n he drinks your blood til it smears on his chin and stains his teeth.

the opportunity is too good to pass up and he doesnt even bother taking your panties off before he slips his cock inside as he continues to feed from you, moaning deeply and sucking hard, his teeth puncturing so deep inside it makes more and more blood gush out.

jungwon’s sure he accidentally drank too much but when you wake up ditzy and begging for him to do it again he smiles before making his way between your thighs.

“knew you’d like the pain, feels good doesn’t it angel?” his words are slightly muffled as he licks over ur panty covered pussy, dampening the soft material with drool and your own juices.

his venom makes you desperate for more and has you pushing his head into your cunt forcefully, his long n sharp fangs accidentally grazing your vulva and shredding your panties.

once the blood hits his tongue jungwon just gives in to his instincts. shoves you into the bed as he sloppily makes out with your bare pussy and bites along your thighs every now and then. the poor vamp can’t bring himself to part with your wet hole n ends up catching your clit between his lips, fangs poking and prodding at your sensitive nub which makes you cum instantly, mind hazy and body sore as the pain from each and every bite begins to make itself known.

[dozing-marshmallow]

Do you have any more headcanons of Chris being a dad? This time raising his teenager who wants to get in the show despite reader's detest?

My motivation is back. 🙌 Apologises for putting these off for so long and thank you all so much for being so patient. I hope you’ve all had a wonderful start in the Spring Season and may you enjoy the read!💗

CHRIS MCLEAN AS A DAD HEADCANONS PART 2

Once a month, he and the child have this all nighter of ordering fast food and playing video games.

Chris is the type of dad to play games like Mortal Kombat, Call of Duty and GTA 5 with his teenager.

Obviously you don’t approve of it, but it’s better than her trying to persuade you into letting her on his show.

Like last time.

“Chris’ show?” you consciously blinked,“Why would you want to go on that show, sweetheart?”

“I have what it takes!” she gleefully replies, putting a proud hand on her chest,“And besides, if you’re comfortable with all the other kids my age going on, you should be fine with me, mom!”

You sighed. There would be so many complications that could wreck Total Drama if the host’s damn daughterjoined as a contestant,“But my dear... The whole point of the show is to win money! And mommy and daddy already-“

“I don’t care about the money!” she snapped in interruption, yet her tone remained in her own way benevolent,“Iwant to start drama. I’ve had plenty of experience in doing that!”

To your horror, Chris gave a grand laugh at that,“That’s my girl!” 

“Support me here! I’m not letting you feed into her delusion that she’ll actually be going on your show! This is horrible influence!“ you scolded Chris unimpressed with how okay he was with this idea, turning back to the daughter in question, with a dejected frown,“Darling, it’s a bad idea! Maybe another show daddy’s hosting, but notthis one. I don’t approve.” 

“Daaaaaad.” she whined, her begging eyes rolled onto him.

“I know, I know.” Your husband exhales a disappointing breath. And it’s not exactly like he can bring her on secret since it’s a reality show,“Just goes to show how mother doesn’t always know best.”

“You said something, Chris?” You said, removing the flip flop off your foot and gripping it in your hand.

He nervously smiles seeing you armed,“Naaaah. I-I said nothing.”

You humphed. Why can’t they both see that you were thinking of them long term?

Regardless, he goes all out on spoiling her, no thing is ever too expensive for his little girl.

Why wait for sixteen to throw her an expensive birthday party?

Albeit, it seems she’s taken after your morals as she also puts a lot of her allowance (Keep in mind, she gets the literal prize money amount every month) towards charities and many shelters.

Thank God for that.

If she ever brought a boyfriend home, Chris would plaster hospitality and bump a fist.

Though, he’ll do a lot of interrogating and enjoy the hell out of torturing the guy if he turns out to be even the slightest bit scumbag.

Rather than letting his fame decide, Chris actually asked her which type of school she wanted to go to.

“Public!” she chose quickly.

Chris raised an eyebrow. He had bet a yacht and two helicopters she’d pick private,“Why’s that?”

“Because I read in a book once that this girl went to a boarding school and her dad, who was paying the fees, died so she got abused by the people at the school, and I don’t want you to die.”

Chris’ eyebrows then came to the same level as he chuckled,“I’m a host, not a military captain for World War One, tiger,” but sure, whatever she wanted.

She never had any crying at the dinner table over maths homework nights with him.

For he was way too busy to not hire a tutor for her.

“Hi darling!” you kiss her cheek,“How was school today?”

“School was good-“ she’d catch sight of Chris entering the kitchen and before you knew it, she was sprinting to him.

“Dad, dad, dad, dad, dad, I have new gossip to tell you!” she could hardly contain the excitement seeping on her face and tone.

He’d smirk and take a seat at his island counter, cup of coffee in hand,“I’m all ears!”

[obsessive-clown]

Your content is so nice. To a fellow yandere Nanami enjoyed I am curious about your two cents on this. What would be the difference personality wise between a Yandere Nanami and a Yandere curse user Nanami 🤔

Oh!! This is an interesting one…

As someone who hasn’t dabbled too much into Curse User Nanami media (but would love to), I think I have a few ideas…

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First of all:

Curse User Kento is far more sadistic. This is just a given, I mean look at the man. Slaughtering his entire work place? Not giving a shit about other people or anything around him? There is no doubt in my mind that man has a hit list of sorts, and every single name on that list is full of people who have wronged you, hurt you, dated you, slept with you. All of it.

Not to mention, I think Curse User Kento would be a bit sloppier with his work, unlike his Sorcerer counterpart. Whether this be on purpose or just because he has a lack of care. Sometimes he wants you to find someone from your past, that you’ve nearly forgotten about, on the news and taken out brutally. He struggles to show love and interest, at least in normal ways, anyways.

Following Up:

While CU!Kento has a lack of care, empathy and compassion for others, something about you makes his long dead, cold and miserable heart beat and feel something new.

Regular, Sorcerer Kento is just kept to himself. He doesn’t particularly like showing too much emotion. He doesn’t like people seeing his soft side and using that to their advantage. But with you, he lets you in on every bit of it. There’s just something about you that the Sorcerer loves and can’t get enough of. Unlike his Curse User counterpart, he has morals, he approaches you in a calm, normal, civilized manner.

Both of the Kento’s are incredibly problematic in their own sense though.

CU!Kento will convince you to push those around you, away. Gaslighting? He’ll do it, if it means getting to be with you. No other man— person in general— is good enough for you. Only he is. Everyone else is garbage compared to you. He struggles with being overly controlling in my mind. He would love to work on this for you, since he doesn’t particularly like seeing you upset, but he can’t help it. Old habits die hard and he just needs to know he’s your only option and that you’re his.

Sorcerer!Kento will be overly possessive of you. You want to go out? Let him come with you. He hates the thought of another person getting the idea to try and take what’s his. You’re his prized jewel, so naturally, he hovers a lot. Gatekeeping you? Absolutely. You’re his everything, his reason to keep going. He may hide all of this well and be extremely subtle and soft with how he shows it, but it’s a force of habit.

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These are just a few things I could think of… I’m sure more will conjure and I’ll have to post about them… I apologize for posting this so late though! And I hope you enjoyed, loves. 🫀

[11queensupreme11]

Hi! So I don’t know if you’ve seen this trend on TikTok but basically it’s where in couples the girl or guy rank hugs that they would be okay with other guys or girls giving their partners from 1-10: 10 being the worst and 1 being the one they would be the most okay with.

When I saw this I couldn’t help but think what poseidon would rate the hugs guys would give to Percy with 1 being least likely to be killed and 10 being most likely to be killed if she did this trend with him.

Poseidon:

1: self hug (this is fine since she’s hugging herself although he would prefer himself doing all the hugging

2: Polite hug (he’s not happy about it, cause why are u touching my daughter) (he’ll kill them quickly to just be done with it)

3: the classic hug (okay now he’s getting annoyed cause don’t touch his daughter-wife) ( he would give a slight maiming before ending them quickly since it wasn’t intimate in nature)

4: one armed hug (ur crossing into dangerous territory now buddy) (more maiming than the last but still a quick death since it’s not as intimate as it could be and is more of a friendly hug)

5: the patting hug (at this point he’s cutting off limbs starting with the hand ur patting her with) (no more quick deaths w some minor maiming he’s prolonging that shit so hug her at ur own peril)

6: back hug (NO!) (RUN!) (No more maimings just straight limb cuttings (like that true crime audio “her legs were cut off, her arms were cut off, she was a human torso” but like with YOU buddy. (Cause why is ur 🍆 touching her butt)

7:slow dance hug (honestly w this one Poseidon spent a whole day torturing u) (ur missing fingers and nails and eyes and ears—the whole shebang) (and for some reason the only person I can see percy slow dance hugging would be Anthonius so R.I.P Anthonius 🥺 u will be missed)

8: the catcher hug (you prayed for days, weeks even to be free from the tyrant of the sea, to no avail) (Poseidon had literally flayed u alike while making u watch as he fed ur skin and intestines to his mermaids) ( u were awake and aware the ENTIRE time and felt EVERYTHING)

9: the hug at the waist (it’s been centuries and he still hasn’t let u go or just die) (everyday is a new punishment from 🍇 by viscous sea monsters to pushing boulders up mountains Dedalus style to slow roasting u over an open fire day in and day out that you can’t even remember what day it is, what the sky looked like, why ur even still being punished, or what it felt like not to be in endless pain 😭😭)

10: the cuddle (he did everything he did to u in nine except now it been multiple millennia and this time he made percy watch every second of it) (he’s just a guy disciplining his daughter-wife leave him alone🥺)

this is also pretty much on point for most of the yanderes too tbh 😭😭

percy's not afraid to be affectionate with her friends regardless of gender. she will hug and cuddle you if she wants to (with ur consent of course!!! because consent is VERY IMPORTANT *side eyes the yans*). she'll hold her friends hands and vice versa, she is very open to skinship with her buddies!!!!!!!

........which is every yans' nightmare LMAO

these are ancient guys (yes even cu chulainn, he's the youngest, but he's still 1000+ years old i think) and back then girl/boy friendships were seen as sus 😭😭😭 so they're all gonna be pissed at the thought of her having friends of the opposite gender.

they're like "you shouldn't be friends with boys, you're a GIRL >:(" (some will be less harsh with it tho)

but if she was openly AFFECTIONATE TO THEM or if THEY were openly affectionate to her???? oh it's SO over for that guy 💀💀💀

like, this girl has slumber parties in other cabins or they have it in hers, and i also briefly mentioned in older chapters that she even invites some to hang out in her place 😭😭😭, imagine them finding out that she's hanging out with guys and even sleeping in the same room as them 😭😭😭

that's just bizarre to them cuz they're just that old (and also possessive)

[umbral-archives]

Kinktober 2024: Day 10 | Bondage + Heist

Rating: NSFW MINORS DNI

AFAB!Reader/Femme

Pairing: Heist Mark (Markiplier CU) x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: Bondage, Toys, Edging, Petnames, Overstimulation (kinda.), Daddy kink, My Markus (Heist) is a stinky mean motherfucker sometimes and in this essay I will-

Word Count: 989 words

Satin binds cling to damp skin, spiraling over your trembling body in secure fastenings. A work of art, if they weren’t currently impeding you from achieving an orgasm you’ve been fighting almost an hour for.

Your sweat does little to aid in attempts to get free, though you don’t have the energy to fight your way out of them anyway. Marcus had made sure to secure them properly, and you wouldn’t expect anything less from a master thief.

Your Master Thief.

You squirm against the restraints for the umpteenth time, flutily trying to rock down onto the dildo thrusting into you at a snail’s pace. Normally, Marcus likes to use the fucking machine he stole to rail you into oblivion, turning you into a mess floating in the depths of subspace… but tonight is different. So frustratingly different. Markus sits nearby, languidly stroking himself while watching you struggle. There’s a dangerous amusement in his eyes as he observes you, akin to a dragon watching a knight drown in their treasure hoard. He hasn’t cum either, content to edge himself despite the whole scenario being the opposite of his usual preferences.

What the hell did Illinois get in his head this time, the nasty fucker? “M-Markus-” you whine pitifully, trying desperately to get some kind of relief, “this isn’t- fair!” The thief chuckles softly, head lulling to the side as he groans. “I never said that I was fair, baby,” the fucker muses, his hand never stops moving, claiming the pleasure that should’ve been yours.

For some reason, that makes you angry- seeing him so free and capable to get off as he desires while you’re helpless and burning with need… so you decide to do something about it. Something you’re not supposed to do when he’s in control like this, but you’re so desperate that you don’t care.

Slight motion, rotating your hips with every thrust, concentrating on his noises while letting the satin rope knots strained across your cunt catch your clit with the movement. You’re terribly sensitive, so terribly sensitive- and it all becomes a mind-numbing spiral latching on to your pleasure, real pleasure peaking through the overstimulated edging-

Markus doesn’t notice, groaning- and the fucking machine suddenly speeds up, catching you off guard. You wail, suddenly so very close, babbling pleas while the intensity bounces your body across the table. At least it tries, the ropes straining against your skin, a pleasant burn that just adds up to everything else.

Markus calls your name, commanding you to look at him–and you moan helplessly when you do. He’s watching you fall apart, fisting his cock like he’ll die if he doesn’t get to cum with you. A fierce determination etches the lust across his face, dark eyes focused wholly on you, and you’ve never felt so…

Wanted.

“Daddy, please!”

… The dildo stops moving.

The fucking dildo stops moving right as you peak and you scream, teetering on an edge you somehow can’t reach. It’s worse than any other denial Markus has given you tonight, sending your head into a dizzying spiral as your body rebels.

Markus, however, groans openly, jerking bodily and cursing as he tumbles over that precipice, ropes of white covering his chest as he throws his head back. The sight is almost enough to ignite that fire, cunt clenching desperately around the toy as frustrated sobs finally bubble out from your throat.

Bastard!

He finally comes to a stop, panting heavily, gaze skyward. The only sounds in the rooms are his breathing and your frustrated gasps, the quiet hum of the turbine in the machine waiting for more instructions.

Markus looks down to his chest, to the tapestry of cum across his abs, then to you–red in the face, shaking, still grinding uselessly. Fluid covering your thighs, having dribbled down onto the table between your legs.

It gives him an idea.

The thief stands up, collecting some of the cum on his chest with his free hand, a new, feral sort of look in his eyes. It immediately makes you uneasy, thinking he’s going to make you lick the cum off his fingers or something. While you have no problem with that otherwise, right now?

“Y-You’re an a-ss-shole-” you sniffle out, blinking away tears as he makes his way toward you. Fucker just smiles, patting your thigh, stopping by your hips and pressing the button to disengage the arm. "Poor thing, all hot and bothered..."

He gingerly removes the dildo from your cunt, ignoring your oversensitive shudders. A quiet whistle is all you get from how red and puffy your poor hole is.

“Running out of lube…” he remarks nonchalantly, as if you haven’t been stuffed with that same toy for 30 minutes- but then.

Then the fucker takes his cum and rubs it along the dildo, collecting every last drop from his chest and smearing it across the toy. He even fucks his fingers into your abused pussy, smirking when you cry out and thrash on the table.

“Guess we’ll have to fix that, huh, pretty?” he coos, leaning over you and kissing your neck. “Can’t have you getting hurt from this.”

“…Motherfu-” You have no time to snap at him, however, finding yourself quickly filled with that same cum-soaked dildo–and the very thought makes you whimper.

Nasty fucker-

“You want to cum, baby?” he whispers, voice dripping with debaucherous promise. You shake your head desperately, trying to turn your head to look at him, pleading with every fiber of your being. His hand wanders down your stomach, remnants of his orgasm sticking to your skin. All the way down to your clit, where he presses his fingers against the knot over that sensitive bundle of nerves, making you keen. “Then you’ll cum. You’ll cum for Daddy until your brains are leaking out of your fuckin’ ears.”

The machine starts up again immediately after that, max speed, and all your thoughts are rendered null.

[via-l0ve]

Two-Bit Mathews NSFW headcannons! 🫶🏻

a/n: this was a request but i can’t find it anywhere i’m soooo sorry anon. but i hope you enjoy!

warnings: smut under the cut! only one reference is directly associated to people with vaginas but that’s all i believe <3

he has a hair pulling kink

he’s giving you oral/pleasuring you and you yank on his hair

you’re in for it omfg

he enjoys to be a dom but i think he’d sub sometimes

he just likes to have control

he gets off at the thought of public sex or quickies in public

the thrill of someone potentially walking in on you guys makes him lose it

you give him blowjobs in his car at the drive-in

he’s an ass guy 🤷‍♀️

he grabs your chin and makes you kiss him during sex

idk if i already said this but he’s into overstim

“two.. i-i cant take any more.”

“c’mon baby.. you can do one more for me, hm?”

“okay..”

“that’s what i thought.”

he’ll play music sometimes

the dork will thrust into you on the beat LMFAO

it’s fun tho cus he speeds up super fast and slows back down

he’s very passionate but like

drunk sex is a thing that happens

(obvs it’s always consenting)

but he’s soooo passionate when he’s drunk

if he’s drunk he’s thinkin ab you and literally wants your pussy on his FACE yo like ride his face he’ll die happy 🤷‍♀️

he gives the sloppiest, eye opening, life changing, leg shaking, scream-inducing head you’ve EVER seen when he’s tipsy

i think he smokes weed and high sex happens too but if you aren’t into that he won’t pressure you <3

hickeys hickeys hickeys

calls you a lot of nicknames

“my pretty slut.”

“look at you.. pretty baby.”

[thyladyofathousand-n-onehobbies]

I’m continuously relistening to The Ithaca Saga and oh my god?? I just keep noticing new old motifs/themes/tunes/whatever reappearing now and again??

Like

The suitors going “Time is fleeting, it’s running out. Time to be the man of the house” as a call back to Man of the House

The suitors doing the background “Penelope, Penelope” is both great and terrible. Terrible because intentions, right? Because for the entire musical that’s only been used in the context of Odysseus trying to get back to his wife, and now these bastards use it?? But it’s also great because this is the theme that’s been used for Penelope since the beginning and it hits because we finally met Penelope! She’s not just the wife Odysseus is trying to get back to, she’s this character with her own songs and struggles and-

“Waiting, waiting~” is kinda in the same place any Open Arms reference, where it just. Hurts. Also Open Arms reference slipped in Odysseus (which apparently used to be named King? But I like the name change because now Odysseus is being introduced like a monster. Like Polyphemus, and Scylla, and Charybdis), both makes me cackle and deeply sad. Cus on the one hand. Damn. He’s truly let go of that mentality. He’s truly changed. We begin with him giving mercy as the default(? I don’t know how else to word it) to actively deny it when begged. But also. It’s the suitors. I want to see them get wrecked worse than the sirens or Poseidon were

Also in Hold them down, they bring back that “Where is he, where is the man who-“ that I think is technically from Man of the House, but is also referencing Legendary

Now. Odysseus (formerly King).

It might just be me, but the opening line sounds so much like Man of the House, while the opening (riff? Sound? Whatever) sounds like The Horse and The Infant

The chorus chanting “Ody-sseus” is giving god entrance, like tell me that’s not how Poseidon was introduced in Ruthlessness

The “Keep your head down he’s for the torches” has a very similar sound as Keep Your Friends Close. Might just be me. Might just be coincidence.

Telemachus’ intro/instrumental break!! There’s so many motifs or whatever (quick thought, Legendary, from what I can tell) packed in there but!! It sounds so good I just want to loop a ten hour long recording of just that!!

The “hold him down! Hold him down!” Also sounds super good, and like. Frantic? Almost. It might just be me projecting, but it kinda feels like the suitors singing it are either mentally going “fucking he’ll do it we need some type of advantage” or “we’re so dead. We’re even more dead now that we’re going after his son, instead of just plotting”

Also that fucking groWl (you know the one) just. Holy shit

(We’re skipping I Can’t Help But Wonder)

The Ruthlessness theme when he’s recounting what he’s done

When he’s talking about the bed, and how he’d have to cut the roots, it almost sounds like the beginning of Six Hundred Strike, the “you don’t seem to get it, I can’t afford to die. Because I will get back to my son, and I will get back to my wife”

The instrumental of Just A Man shows up at the end of Would You Fall In Love With Me Again

I love this musical so so much

[vlovebug]

here’s the spelldon headcanons i promised:)

• he’s try’s to not make val go out during the sunnier parts of day so he doesn’t get burnt

• he will intimidate ( copy their stand and facial expressions ) other people when around them

• he was a toe walker

• he unintentionally scares people when trying to answer a question in class cus they generally forget he’s there

• he can’t sing for shit

• absolutely HATES cranberry juice

• helps val with his classwork and homework

• loves olives ( olive theory, val hates them)

• his blood makes vampires ( valentine ) extremely high when they drink it

• he’s a SIMP for glasses

• he stands so others can sit if there isn’t enough chairs, but he will only really stand behind a few monsters ( val, his sister, and of his friends or val’s friends)

• has absolutely decked someone on accident, poor boy got scared ( this time val was the one laughing at his misery)

• opens door for everyone

• gives piggy back rides

• i think he would like be strong cus he’s related to a literal god

• like the shit he is, rearranges stuff in the middle night

• one of his problems is that he thinks he know but he in fact does not know ( can be used for anything)

• he does all the lovey dovey stuff before val has a chance and likes to make him feel as loved as he can

• he got promise rings for both him and valentine

• likes carrot cake

• he teases vampires by saying “ bleh bleh bleh “ near them and it’s surprising how he’s not been hit yet

• he’s got a black cat named dirt cus he couldn’t think of anything else

• hates the beach cus he got pulled under and thrown back into the sand and swallowed a fuck ton of it, probably has a sea shell in his stomach ( bros a loser< i say that but it happened to me too>)

• asks for consent before he touches someone

• lights the cloud things that follow valentine on fire because i would too

• he will do really stupid things, it’s like he’s got no common sence in the moment ( people wonder how he’s gotten this far)

• says cowabonga

• he safety profes sharp thing so val doesn’t hurt himself ( when i make another val hc post i’ll explain why)

• has a christmas pickle ordiment ( fucking love them man)

• he is very understanding no matter the situation

• he’s a ‘ what flavor pad you need’ guy

• where’s spikes just cus

• has poked his and val’s eye’s multiple times forgetting the spikes where close by ( he slept on the floor that night)

• loves when people lay on him doesn’t matter the weight or size just lay on him and he’ll fall asleep in a matter of minutes ( same tho)

• his classwork and homework are full of doodles some good some bad

• cry’s when tried

• he’s a total baby when sick

• he cries when animals die in movies ( val to)

• always has sunscreen on him

i can’t think of anything else but i did give him some of my traits because he’s. 😋